hard space

I never seen a feeling from a woman
That in retrospect had vulnerability in it
That if you go
I will feel loss

There is a manner of exchange
A price for presence
To know to be
Accrues a personal debt

That if this is not to be
One surrenders to feel
A space is created to fit
The act of holding

This is where feeling nests
In the thatch of broken aliveness
The egg yolk messiness
The stared heart invests

There is a look
I have seen feeling from a woman
In the way viewing other men
The look exists in this space

Wanting
And when I think of these eyes
I think of hope but most so
What the lack of this space appears

In hard indifference